But the snow...the snow.
When it blew in last week I thought it wouldn't last the night.
It fell for over four hours and stopped at about nine inches. It wasn't even all that cold, but I only made snow angels once. Now, where is she?
She does this all the time. Oh, wait...I guess it's only been about twenty minutes.
Fine.
She hates the snow...not seeing it, being in it. It happened in Walla Walla back in 1974 when she slipped on the ice and fell on her ass. She wasn't hurt, but she was mad as hell.
Now she only goes out in it for emergencies...and ice cream (?)
Then, the next day, it fell for another three hours and it came up to a foot. Of course it melts about four inches a day so there is a lot of slush...and it's a pain to drive through, but we really don't get that much here, anyway. It breaks up the monotony of day after day after day.
The sun broke out today and I'm afraid all the snow will be gone in a day or two.
She won't miss it, though.
She wants the garden cleaned up and the weeds pulled, but she only wants to see it from the window...she won't work in the yard. I need to build a trellis for the front yard, so she can be proud of our house. I guess I should put up that faux picket fence, also, so I can connect it to the trellis. Oh, yeah...and the pergola for the front of the garage.
I cut down the plum tree in the corner about a month ago. I planted it almost thirty years ago, right after we got married. It had gotten diseased and was starting to rot from the inside. It had the sweetest plums and lots of them. She doesn't care so much for fresh fruit...she likes fig newtons. The tree also made some good shade to cool down that corner of the yard...nice on a summer day.
She won't miss it, though.



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